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Kink Death

Sounds like a murder mystery
with racy overtones.  Leading
to undertones.  An under-ing.
I mean this isn’t about the

death of kink, it’s about how I’ve 

come to believe that the elevated 

significance of kink in the general 

hook-up, dating, are we vibing so 

can we get down to the business of 

doing what people people do thing is, 

well, I would love to argue it’s a rele

vant contributing factor to all the stats

about how the kids aren’t having
sex anymore.  But what do I know
(except 48 years of living queer)?

Am I too biased (given when all

boils down I’m surprisingly vanilla
trad – I use surprising as it both
stuns me at times to realize, and not
simply catches anyone who might think 

they know how I am (The nerve!  I mean,

truly, I wish!) should there be any of those 
folks out there anymore).  Even as un-single
as I am, no matter the continually isolating

circumstances of that singularity, it’s just

an exhausting subject to consider with any

severity, and so, I’ll cool it down.  It was,

after all, just a hypothesis that’s been swirling 

around in my can’t quite stop being the social

anthropologist headspace that is whatever
there is of my attic these days.  Just a notion
to pass along without sounding terribly

old-fashioned (surely I do, but am I?) or
over it.  Two phrases representative of me
that I can never wear well enough.  Maybe
I should just go back to busting out my

old school controversial notions I’d shrug
off as if they were tiny appetizers just to rile
people up, like monogamy is a ludicrious
construct (that would get everyone going!)

or of course you can love more than one 

person at a time or everyone’s a liar, get 

over it or do you really believe in privacy?

Back when things were easy.  Back when a 

kink was mostly something older folks got 

that caused back spasms and weren’t requisite 

initial base points that we were all expected
to lay out on the table so as to be analyized 

generically in route to hot or not determination.